Poems

WHENCE AND WHITHER

This life a dream, with an awakeningInto the truth of thinking, hearing, seeing?

THE LITANY OF LIGHT

Enfold , my heart, the harmonyThat falls from harps above;The hosts of hate storm not thy gate,Since all is Love.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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DEFINITIONS OF WAR

Argument by cannon, with death as referee.

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"NOW IS COME SALVATION."

What shall I render?

WHAT THE MASTER SAYS TO ME

Can you hear the whisper low — in the trees,Just at nightfall, when the sighing evening breezeFills the sacred moments with repose?

AT CHRISTMAS-TIDE

At Christmas-tide men's hearts grow kind,The Bethlehem babe restrains their pride:The whole world feels the Christ-child's mindAt Christmas-tide.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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Shared reflections

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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[At this time.
In Book III.

A GARDEN HYMN

My garden glowsWith flowers of God's adorning,His goodness showsThis lovely sunlit morning.

THE MASTER'S WORK

The Master always found his work to do,In desert place, on lonely sea or coast.

THE KING

O THE glare and the glamor, the noise and rush, The hurrying reckless speed.

THE HOUR OF PRAYER

In that intense and spiritual calmI seemed to stand upon a little hill;The world's unrest of sorrow and alarmSank into silent valleys and was still;The dissonance and claim of mortal willMerged into concord; in that one supremeAll-glorious moment, every sense of illWas swept away on some supernal stream.